In stark contrast to the dark gloom of their surroundings, the glow of a nearby lantern bathes the interior of the room with a subtle, flickering orange light, illuminating every minute detail within its radius — the rough grain of the wood and metal, the intricate patterns of a nearby tapestry, the subtle scent of dust and disuse.

When a huge metal door slams very close to him, Miles, shuddering slightly, turns his head, blinking away the remnants of sleep and raising himself slightly on his elbows.